Really- Teen Reflection Addition

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                                                Really? - Teen reflection addition

 "If what they said was true

Loving someone would be like drifting

and falling down the steep of a hill

So steep that you can not even see the fall coming.

If what they said was true

 Loving someone can break parts of you that nothing and no one but love could break

Do I believe it?

Should I take the chance?

Am I willing to feel it?

Will happiness ever find me?

Will my heart ever be healed?

Who could tell me? Who could be  the one to stop me?

Maybe what they said was true

This love that kept my heart abuzz ,warms me, keeps me alive

It feels like a blanket and pillow I can hide

I believed what they said was true.

For now? I am happy,

Regret will come, pain will absorb me,

But for now , I believe that what they said was true"

- I don't even know what to say (sigh)🙈

When I wrote this I was probably around 16 or 17. At this age I was trying to fit in but not in the sense of going to parties ( I'm an introvert, can't deal with parties). I focused on my grades but still liked boys and wanted to date but was to scared to go against my parents " you have to wait till you 18"  - I still dated though and experienced all those feelings at once, not nice but also so good.

That for me, was my way of rebelling, I didn't do anything dangerous more like wanting to experience what all my friends and every teenager my age was experiencing ( minus the teen pregnancy- no offence to the teen moms, they're brave for having  child at that age and still being awesome).

That's all for now, my teen reflection

Talk soon💜



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